(With apologies to Monty Python)
Most of the photos, so far, in this blog have been shot in and around our neighborhood of Little Italy. The bulk of the rest have been shot in the SF Bay Area with our grandson, Spencer, as the subject.
Today I drove to Balboa Park, drawn by the monthly “free Tuesday” at the Museum of Photographic Arts. So were lots and lots of other people. The museum was too crowded to enjoy the current exhibition. So I walked around the nearby areas and took my own photos.
The first is of the walkway at the park’s Spanish Village Art Center. Much better than boring gray concrete.
In the middle of the art center is a gazebo where I saw this woman sitting and enjoying the shade (today was the warmest day we’ve had in quite a while).
I next walked through part of the cactus and succulent garden. If you’ve never walked there, it’s really worthwhile. What struck me today was that people had carved their declarations of love into cactus plants. And I found myself wondering whether there is some kind of sub-conscious symbolism there about the nature of those individuals’ relationships.
As I left the cactus garden, I saw this (aloe?) plant. I took the picture with the intent to convert it to black and white.
This sign is on the roof of a Mexican cantina on India Street at the north end of Little Italy. However, the structure has had different uses and the sign different messages in the time we’ve lived here. Prior to the Mexican theme, the building tried to be part of the club scene as the Airport Lounge (I think). The Airport name was appropriate as it is under the flight path for planes landing at Lindberg Field. It was empty for a while before that. If you look at the top of the arrow, you can see the remains of the letters “DRY” as in dry cleaning.
I took this on India Street a little over a block from our home. The building across the street from where I was standing was reflecting a building behind me. The latter building is also a glass-sided structure and it was reflecting a third building that was flying an American flag. I had seen this a few days ago but the light was wrong – all marine layer overcast. However, this afternoon we finally saw the sun after about two weeks of gray. And the sun was on the flag long enough for me to get this shot.
This was shot from my office window. I had noticed these guys across the street. From the way they were standing and their body language, I thought maybe a fight coming. Instead, they went into a few bars of a song in beautiful four-part harmony. They stopped, talked, and then harmonized again on a long-drawn note. Then they started singing “Java Jive” in an a cappella style that seemed a cross between barbershop quartet and jazz group. (Interesting song selection as they were standing across the street from a coffee shop on the ground floor of our building) I got my camera and shot from the window as a small crowd gathered on the corner to listen.
They sang the one song and stopped. The crowd cheered and then dispersed. Meanwhile, the singers stood to listen to a recording one of them had made of their song.
They didn’t sing any other songs and after a few more minutes, they left. It’s another reason Jan loves where we live.
How often does one pay attention to street lamps during the day? I don’t know why one would. I was sitting in the Piazza Basilone watching tourists trying to enjoy our unusually cool July weather. It was a totally gray, marine-layer dominated day in which we didn’t see the sun.
Glancing acrpss the street, I noticed something odd about the street lamps in front of a relatively new building in our neighborhood. The globes on all of the street lamps adjacent to the building had been painted so that the side facing the building was black.
The building is mostly glass on the sides. And an unpainted lamp would shine right into the apartments on the first level above the street. I’m assuming the builder got permission to paint them and I imagine the residents of those units appreciate it.
Photographically, I liked the contrast created by the building, sky, and painted lamps.
This is the site of what used to be the Harborside School, a private K – 8 school located in downtown San Diego on Kettner Street, not far from the railroad terminal and the Bay. A few years ago, financial problems forced them to close. The abandoned school and yard reportedly became a magnet for transients and vandals. So the school was torn down.
Now, the site is being turned into a parking lot. When the economy and housing market improve, someone will likely build condos there.
The demolition of the school revealed a hidden back wall of what had been a soft drink bottling plant. Before I took this shot, a truck had just dumped a load of smoking asphalt to be spread on the site.
One part of the site that has not yet been knocked down is the remains of this corner post of an entry gate to the school.
There was a bicycle rider with an American Flag attached to his helmet who was watching the parking lot surfacing – until his attention was distracted by a woman who walked by.
This is in front of the entrance to a condo building one block from us on India Street. I shot through the streams of a fountain The setting is in front of the same building as the flower and decorated pot photo in my 6-25-10 post.